tip your chaos demon

"Oh my god, right!" Lexi exclaimed. "It's always the ugliest hat known to man too. Like, where do buy them?" She asked before nodding enthusiastically. "That sounds like a perfectly logical conclusion. Let's go!"

"Ugly hat store, there has to be a specified ugly hat store. I wonder where they hide it. Knockturn, you think?" Honestly it seemed the perfect place for something so sinister and benign all at once. "If it's anything like my parents place, they've hidden the kitchen in some corner." She held out her hand for Lexi to take.

"It certainly sounded like her." Lexi answered. "But then again, so many pureblooded women just have that aura about them, don't they? So I can't be 100% sure." She nodded. "Absolutely. An unopened bottle sounds like a brilliant idea."

"An aura and almost always some sort of ridiculous hat." Her mother had always favored fascinators, and Anna every now and then had the compulsion to burn one. It sounded therapeutic. "There's definitely a kitchen, do you reckon there's a liquor cabinet somewhere as well? House like this, seems like there must be."

"No, erm--" Adan looked at her for a minute, trying to place her. Had he seen her around the Ministry? She wasn't an auror, he was sure of that, but maybe they'd passed somewhere. He shook his head, glanced up and down the hall again and tried not to cringe at the fact that he was probably dumping way too much emotional baggage on the poor woman. "My brother died in an accident, a car accident -- um, muggle transport -- a number of years ago. But I swear I just saw him, he was... bloodied?" He shook his head. "Sorry, must be losing my fucking mind."

Anna had to physically resist the urge to hug him. She'd go proper spare if anything happened to Declan. "I'm so sorry." She said and she meant every word. "Do you need a hug? I mean, that sounds, that sounds really horrible and if you've seen him again I can't imagine-- Someone else said they saw their grandmother, so maybe you aren't losing your mind."

"I said, I think our drinks must've been spiked." Lexi said, looking down at her glass. "Because I could've just sworn I saw my grandmother in the next room."

Anna considered this as she looked down at her drink before carefully pushing it away. "Is that who that was? Because she reminded me strongly of my mother. We should find an unopened bottle," She said, "Because I think we both need it."

Adan jumped slightly at the appearance of the masked woman at his side, who seemed oddly familiar but with her face covered, it was hard to tell. Or perhaps she had been there the entire time, and his brain had been too busy malfunctioning to notice. "I--" he cleared his throat, thinking that it couldn't do any harm to repeat himself. They were all in the same boat, after all. "I said I think I'm going mad. I swear I saw... my brother... but it's not possible..."

Anna watched his lips with utmost attention. The man really did seem freaked out, and she felt kinda bad about making him repeat everything. “Why wouldn’t that be possible? Is he out of the country?” Or dead. She didn’t want to say that out loud though, in case he wasn’t and she manifested it.

"the first one..." tig repeated. that seemed so long ago. she almost couldn't remember it at all, although that may be the fault of the concussion she'd received at the time. "do you hear less? is it muted or dampened or do you hear buzzing? what does it sound like to you?" she asked. "the now is not as loud as the future because there is only one present. there are infinite potentialities." the explanation did not really explain anything, especially if you did not know the graves. "but everything, everywhen, is so quiet."

“It’s like I’m hearing everything through a layer of cloth. Sometimes, I know there should be noise, but I can’t hear anything.” That was the worst part of it honestly. Knowing there should be more but not knowing what it was.

"why is it quiet to you?" the inquiry was soft and distant as focus fell away from tig.

"The explosion, the first one back at Diagon. My apartment was right next to it, and I was there when it went off. My ears have never been the same." Saying it out loud hurt but it hurt a little less every time. Just a little less. "What about you?"

where; somewhere either loud or quiet with; open

"Is it?" Anna said, smile bitter. "Everything's quieter for me these days. I suppose this probably somewhere meant to be loud, though."